2 PM Television ft. TFD Lyrics

Hit you back again with that sick sweet flow

Bamii at ya door

Bamii here with dope

Four iced roads with mud just to get here

Open up the door lets roll one lets get it

Jumping out the shadows with the sound that we making

Crawling through the window with the skull mask, face it

One look into my eyes will get a whole crowd shaking

You worked on your whole life just for me to break it

Hit yo bitch up and I get her ass to roll it

Fuck 24/7 I'm a 420 stoney

Talking to myself in a forest I'm so lonely

These hoes up in my phone need to quit acting like they owe me

Back up out the dust

Hoes on my line but not a bitch that I can trust

The fuck you think we owe?

Not a single thing bitch, never sell our souls

Rolling through the mud

Riding slow as fuck I got business in my trunk

Fuck that cruisin' through the map

Found a cave instead now I'm crawling bitch I'm zoning with the rats

Crawl with me

To the place of depth

Crawl with me

Up up up the underground

BAM outta sight bitch I gotta kick it

Betrayed and manipulated I see through a bitch I kill em

Never trip I'm chilling

Puffing on my woods

Watching 2pm television, envision me up in your room